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She was the person I happily lived in the shadow of because she was beautiful inside and out, my cousin, best friend and the reason I was in my current situation, Natasha Bray. Of course, you are wondering why this isn’t about her, and about me. It needs to be clear I am the bitch. The infamous trouble maker, the girl so bad that she gets chased out of her town in the middle of the night with a backpack, a couple grand and a car.

a voice broke in. She turned in that direction. “You look stunning, pookie,” Ethan said, staring at her like he had never seen anything so beautiful. He stepped closer, took her hands, and spun her around. “This is astonishing. They’re not even in the market yet; how did you get them?” “I did,” Natasha replied immediately, ending her call. “I haven’t seen anything like them. I was even tempted to ask Mother if they were already out.” “I got them specially for you,” Natasha said proudly. “It’s going to be your day. No one should be wearing what my daughter has on.”

But my mind was somewhere else. Who had she spoken to last night? What plan was she talking about? Was her husband Ray even real? Athena whispered, Do not trust her smile. “I won’t,” I thought. Natasha suddenly stopped in front of a shop. “Oh look!” she said. “That emerald green dress is beautiful.” The dress hung in the window. It was elegant and bright. “I want to try it on,” she added. “It would look good on you,” I replied politely. We went inside.

"Please, ma'am. Let's not make this difficult." "I'm not going anywhere!" My hand finds a heavy crystal paperweight on the nearby table. I grab it, feeling its substantial weight. "Not until my father tells me why he's betraying me." "Put that down, Elise," my father's voice hardens. "You're only proving my point." "Oh, really? I'm crazy just because I discovered the truth?" My fingers tighten around the smooth crystal. Before he can answer, the door opens again. Natasha glides in, wearing a form-fitting black dress that hugs every curve. Her hair cascades over her shoulders in perfect waves. Even at this late hour, her makeup remains flawless.

’Cause according to her Grace had snatched her limelight. Natasha considered herself no less than a Diva. She loved bossing around and Adam was also helpless since her work defended her arrogant ass. She was the best at her task. Natasha in fact ran his cafe so he had no option but to bear her bitchy attitude but things change since the day he hired Grace.

Just as I sat down, the doorbell rang again, signaling the arrival of another customer. “Well, as much as I’d love to stay, I’ve got about three minutes before my boss gets back, and then it’s game over. I’ll see you at dinner,” Natasha said before hurrying out. “Hi, welcome to Anna's books, and what are you looking for today?” I smiled brightly at the customer.